I began to search for the tower door

But it was hard to find what I was looking for

As I traveled here to there

I could not find it anywhere

All I could see were the dying trees

That possess few to no leaves

Yet in the breeze they still sway

Although I can imagine that of yesterdays

When they were vibrant and alive

When the sun would shine upon the leaves

Of dark and bright greens

But now they are mostly barren and the bark rotten

These tall guardians of the tower long forgotten

At their feet flowers wilted